i try to snatch
their blades away
but each second
manages to slip
away to disembowel
itself…
i gaze at the heap
of dead moments
lying in a red pool
an hour’s so bloody
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by Rob Plath / February 9th, 2025
i try to snatch
their blades away
but each second
manages to slip
away to disembowel
itself…
i gaze at the heap
of dead moments
lying in a red pool
an hour’s so bloody
This article was posted on Sunday, February 9th, 2025 at 8:00am and is filed under Poetry.
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